Luyện nghe bài hát No Equal

(Number One
Competition is none) -->

[ 1: Ju-Ju ]
Niggas got me steamin, to flip my lid
Fuck around, and I proceed to blow your out, kid
(Boom!) Not to say I'm on a tip
But my hand stays on my gun, in case you start shit
Cause I been rhymin since way back
Straight up and from the heart is how it's always
Now punk niggas test me
But all that tiggedy-tiggedy tongue-twistin shit don't me
just a phase, and you know damn well
That fall off in a minute, cause that shit don't sell
Funny how you think you surpass me, or outlast me
With that style, you're fallin fast, gee
See, I suggest you go back where you came
(Your mic, and my mic) on, don't play, son
See, the days of payin is over
I'm a little fed up, and time that I show ya
We one time, you're dead, no sequel
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal) --> Q-Tip

You we're number one
is none

[ 2: Psycho Les ]
The Psycho Les drops it like a lunatic
Steady bitches with my super dick
Hat's on the jim, I nut in em
St. Ides fucks up eyes, and I bend em
Down, while I'm flowin to nutty sound
Open up the knapsack, out what we found
H-h-horns, bass,
get chopped in the Nut Shop, we don't waste time
Yo, I'm 'cold lampin' Flavor
Floatin at the top while sick, and 'nothin can save ya'
Just the Biz said
Remember - uugh! - styles I drop to be, is it?
(The shizzit) Word to your
I bend your like a comma
Due to Lambada, I I gotta
Stop, the bitch said, "(???)"
So I nutted, and I got out
(Boom!) No matter how hot you claim to be, you can't this
Nut, what's up? You get eaten up like a hostess?
'Cup', 'cake', you my words are lethal
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal)

[ VERSE 3: (Al' Tariq) ]
Every line I connect, my perfect
Per minute, per second, and yo, you gotta
On with Fashion, cause by the way I'm rippin
Whoever thinks I take a has hamstrings
Young dames, I shoot em and Jimmy aims to her
Sex with this flex, best thing to lock up
Yeah, really bad ass, smokin you niggas
The chicks I stick with, I love your figures
Triggers, I pull em with no for bodies
Fash pumps the hotties, chumps with shoties
em up, bang-bang! Miss targets rarely
Mics I up, I fucks em daily
Barely another who can test the Fash
Asses I kick in the ashes, dumpin
So riff, cause I flow swift like the Nile, son
Tame is for plain fame, I'm a wild one
I let loose the
Fierce MC-i-n-g in me
Cool Fash, a blast to rap people
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal)